AMBER
Ifeel like I’ve stepped into Bizarro World or something. Tucker Braddock, the man who doesn’t do seconds, is staring at me like a puzzle he can’t figure out. And the intensity of his gaze is making the heat pool between my legs.
Fuck. What was in that drink Tina gave me earlier?
But I know it’s not just the alcohol.
I came to this party to show Tucker exactly what he was missing out on, and apparently my plan worked way better than I expected.
The attention he’s giving me goes beyond just being friendly because his brother is having a baby with my best friend.
Could it be that he's actually interested in me?
Well, not seriously interested -- Tucker doesn’t do relationships -- but interested in round two at least? Lucky me. Not many women can say they got to spend two nights with Tucker Braddock.
Don’t get ahead of yourself. You’re not there yet, I tell myself, as I move to the music, and wait for Tucker’s next move.
When he doesn’t do anything, I turn back, but don’t go over. Instead, I stare at him steadily for a moment, keeping my gaze locked with his as I dance, and then turn my back on him again.
It works like a charm, and less than thirty seconds later, I feel his hands on my waist.
Part of me wants to turn in his embrace, and seek out the kiss he hinted at earlier, but I don’t want to come across as too desperate. If Tucker is willing to do the chasing for once, who am I to refuse?
Instead, I go back to what I was doing before, and I grab drinks from the kitchen. Driving us both wild by grinding my ass against his crotch.
Tucker’s hands move down to my hips, and we move in rhythm with the music. The way his body presses against mine reminds me of the last time we were in this position, and what it led to. Images of flesh slapping against flesh flash though my mind, and my heart rate increases.
I turn in his arms, facing him like I was before, hoping this time I get the kiss I’m so longing for. Tucker inclines his head, his lips barely grazing mine, before he spins me around and grabs my waist again.
The game of cat and mouse between Tucker and I continue through the night, as we both consume more drinks, and dance with each other.
Though neither of us cross that invisible, unspoken line.
Tucker’s lips linger on my neck, but never seek out more.
My hands trail down his chest, but I always pull away before they reach his belt.
It’s like both of us are afraid to take that final step.
Slowly, people start crashing. Some fall asleep on the couch or sun loungers on the deck. Others in the spare rooms. Other partygoers even make it outside, and call cabs to take them home. My friends Tina and Mike are among them.
“Do you wanna catch a ride with us?” Mike asks, as he supports Tina’s semi-conscious form. She seems completely out of it, and I’m glad I didn’t sample more than one cup of my friend’s cocktail.
I cast a glance over at Tucker, who is helping one of his friends -- Jimmy, I think? -- to his feet, and arranging to meet him soon to catch some waves.
“Nah, I might hang out here for a bit longer. Thanks though.”
Mike follows my line of sight, sees me watching Tucker, and smirks. “Just be careful, yeah? You know what he’s like.”
Touched that Mike cares so much -- I only know him through Tina, so I wouldn’t really call him a friend -- I give him a one-armed hug and say, “Don’t worry. I will. Get Tina to call me tomorrow so I know she’s okay.”
“Will do,” Mike replies, then walks his semi-conscious girlfriend outside.
I desperately want to go over to Tucker, but I also don’t want him knowing that, so I remain where I am, trying to appear as though I’m just chilling. As soon as Tucker is done saying bye to his friend, he spots me, and his eyes widen.
He saunters over with a knee-weakening grin on his face and says, “So, you’re still here, huh?”
“Where else would I be?” I answer playfully.
“I’m glad you stayed,” Tucker replies, pulling me into his arms.
This time I don’t resist, and tilt my face up to his, hoping for a kiss. My patience is finally rewarded, as Tucker presses his lips to mine.
“Wanna spend the night?”
“I thought you said no repeat performances?” I tease.
Tucker chuckles. “For you, I’ll make an exception.”
This time when he kisses me, it’s more forceful, and his tongue probes my lip for entrance to my mouth, which I gladly give him.
His hands slide from my hips up to my waist, like they did when we were dancing, but he doesn’t dare move further. Taking control, I place my hands over his, and then guide him up to my breasts.
I need him to touch me.
That’s all the invitation Tucker needs, and he gropes me with both hands, the pad of his thumbs brushing over my nipples, and causing them to stiffen.
I let out a moan, and Tucker smirks. “We should go upstairs, before we end up giving everyone down here a show.”
“Lead the way.”
Tucker’s hands move down from my breasts, and he entwines his fingers with mine, and leads me upstairs.
We pass a couple making out outside the first room upstairs, but Tucker barely gives them a second glance as we make our way to the room at the end of the hallway, and he pushes the door open to reveal the master bedroom.
Tucker’s room is decorated in a similar style to how his room at Joshua’s was -- surprisingly light and airy, with natural driftwood furniture, and ocean blue walls. One wall is made almost entirely of windows and looks down on the ocean in the distance.
It’s so perfectly him.
“I didn’t invite you up here to admire my decorating taste,” Tucker says, reaching out for me, and pulling me down onto the bed.
His lips seek out mine again, and this time, his hands are just as eager, as they trail over my body.
He slowly peels off my dress, until I’m laying before him in the lacy bra and panties I wore especially. You know, just in case.
Tucker’s smile broadens when he sees what I’m wearing, and his mouth trails down my body, coming to a stop at the valley between my breasts.
“I just love your tits,” he says, brushing his thumb over my nipples.
I’ve always been a ‘well-endowed’ girl and went through puberty earlier than many of my classmates.
When I was young, it was embarrassing being the only ten-year-old who needed to wear a bra.
As I grew older, I used to hate how men -- of all ages, even teachers -- used to look at me, never able to meet my gaze.
But the way Tucker looks at me makes my core burn. He gazes at me like I’m a Goddess. Like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.
He unfastens my bra, and throws it to the ground, before his mouth covers my left breast, and he sucks on my nipple. He rolls it between his teeth and tongue, until it’s a stiff peak, and then moves to the other.
For my part, I don’t just lay there, waiting to be serviced, as it were.
I claw at his shirt until he has to pause lavishing attention on my breasts, so I can pull the material off.
Then, my fingertips glide over the smooth planes of his chest, tracing the intricate inkwork that runs from his chest to his shoulders, and then down his arms.
This time, when I come to his belt buckle, I don’t hesitate and quickly unfasten it, then remove his pants. Now, we’re both just in our underwear, and I can see his erection straining against the black material of his boxer shorts.
Tucker reaches for the waistband of my panties, but I push him back against the bed, and straddle his lap. Still with two layers of fabric between us, I grind down on his hard cock.
“God, Amber, you’re killing me,” Tucker grunts, taking hold of my hips, and trying to guide me into position.
I smirk, and wriggle back a little, just out of reach. Far enough so that Tucker can’t touch more than my legs, but still close enough that I call pull down his boxers and take hold of his cock.
I grip it tightly with both hands, moving them up and down, then I incline my head, and wrap my lips around the tip.
Tucker’s hips jerk, forcing his dick more fully into my mouth, and I deep-throat him, before slowly moving up and down. Tucker’s hands fist in my hair as he sets the pace, guiding the movements of my head, as I suck him off.
I can tell by the way his legs are twitching that he’s close, but before he reaches climax he pulls away.
He flips us over, so now I’m the one pinned to the bed, and he kisses down from my belly button, across the lacy fabric of my panties, and then along my thighs.
With one arm, he holds my hands in place above my head, so that I can’t move, and then with the other he pulls off my underwear. Still holding me in place, Tucker nudges my legs open, and then nestles between them.
He licks slowly up my thigh, until he comes to my opening, and swirls his tongue around it for a moment, before making his way up to my clit. As he did with my nipples, he sucks on my clit greedily, and I feel it throbbing with want.
He sucks on my clit until I almost can’t take it anymore, and then he eases back and instead, inserts two fingers inside me, curling them gently against my G-spot.
Tucker pumps his finger inside me until I’m at the brink. My legs are shaking, and my breath is coming out in ragged pants. I’m so close to release. He obviously senses this, because he sits up and smirks, and I have to press my lips tightly together to stop myself from cursing him.
He doesn’t leave me untouched for long though, as he moves back up my body, and once more sucks on my nipples until they’re hard. From there, he moves back down my body, to my clit and opening, repeating his earlier action.
But he always stops short of tipping me over the edge, and into release.
The effect is deliciously evil. His teasing has me on the brink constantly, desperate to come.
I can barely take it anymore, and I claw at his back.
“Please, Tucker.”
“Please what?” he asks with a smirk.
“You know what,” I reply, suddenly feeling bashful.
Tucker’s smirk only broadens. “I want you to say it.”
He sits up, his hands barely touching my body, and I know he won’t give me the release I seek unless I beg him for it.
“Please Tucker, I want you to make me come.”
Tucker grins triumphantly and repositions himself between my legs.
His tongue lashes over my clit, as his two fingers easily glide inside me.
The combination of his mouth and fingers working in tandem, and after all the teasing he’s put me through, means it isn’t long before I cry out.
My inner walls clench, and the waves of orgasm crash over me.
Not even giving me a moment to catch my breath, Tucker repositions himself, so that his hardening cock is pressed to my entrance. I wrap my legs around his hips, bringing us closer, and he buries his dick deep inside me.
I let out another cry as Tucker pounds into me, sending me over the edge again. My fingers claw at his back as he thrusts into me.
A moment later, Tucker grunts and then collapses on top of me. He wraps his arms around me, rolling us both onto our sides, and we fall asleep in a tangle of limbs.
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I take one final glance at Tucker’s sleeping form, and quietly slip out of the room.
Despite what my heart is screaming, my head tells me this is for the best.
Whatever last night was -- amazing, mind-blowing, Earth-shattering -- it won’t happen again.
There’s a myth that lightning never strikes twice, but in this case it did.
For whatever reason, Tucker decided I was the one he wanted to break his ‘no seconds’ rule with.
But I’m under no illusions that it will happen a third time.
I’ve got more chances of winning the lottery.
Tucker Braddock is not a relationship person.
And I have to be honest, I am. I’m not talking about marriage and babies straight off the bat, but I don’t want to waste my time with someone I know that’s never going to happen with.
I tried it once before, convincing myself if I just waited, he’d change his mind, and it didn't work out. That’s when I swore away from casual flings forever.
Sure, Tucker and I could have a lot of fun together. A good few month of partying and crazy sex. What’s not to love? But eventually I’ll want more than he can offer. And we all know how that will end -- with me nursing a broken heart.
I’ve been there and done that. Never again.
And that’s why I’ve got to walk away. No matter how badly my body longs to stay, and how desperate I am to wake Tucker up with my mouth wrapped around his cock. I know it will only end badly.
Tucker Braddock might be the man I want, but he isn’t the man my future needs.